Alright, nails were much worse than a rusty knife. Eliot had to give Lucifer, or Sam, whoever thought this up, credit for that. His face was almost ashen by the time the bar went through and his jaw hurt from how tightly he clenched his teeth from the pain.

Sam wasn't the only one pale and trembling, and when the bar was pushed through, Eliot was helplessly bucking against his bonds. He couldn't keep his body still for this, it was far worse than the demons who just stabbed and cut and broke his bones. It was when Sam started bending the bar though, that Eliot expelled his breath in a wordless cry. It trailed off when he ran out of breath and Sam was temporarily done whatever he was doing. For a moment there it felt like Sam was trying to skin him alive, peeling his flesh from his bones when the bar was lifted with the force of being bent.

Eliot remained breathless long afterwards, heaving light breaths as his body sagged on the rack trying to recuperate. His breathing became easier when he healed around the world's largest piercing, although even with the wounds healed, it took his body a bit too realize the trauma was no longer actively present.

His will slipped for a split second and he turned his pained gaze up at Sam at his command, but he quickly turned away. There was no argument this time as he spread open his legs, making it easier for both of them. His daily rape, right, their routine doesn't get broken just because he was being tortured.

"You're a sick bastard..." Eliot whispered, still breathless and voice raspy from pain.